The Soul of Hogwarts Across Worlds

Chapter 43 Melda, what do you long for?
"Ahem! Professor, you should pay attention to the color matching of clothes." Melda coughed softly.

"Too bright and sometimes not good."

"It's true." Old Deng said affirmatively, stroking his gray beard.

"It seems that you have all discovered the secret of this mirror." Dumbledore changed his voice and talked about the Mirror of Erised in front of him.

"Yes, it can see what our hearts desire." Ron said first.

"Then what did you see in the mirror?"

"I saw that I became the male chairman of the student union." Ron said with some embarrassment: "And won the Quidditch trophy."

"It shows that you are eager to succeed and self-motivated, which is a good thing." Dumbledore encouraged with a smile.Then he turned to Melda and asked.

"And you, Melda, what did you see?"

"I?"

Melda walked towards the Mirror of Erised and stood in front of it, but only he appeared in the mirror.It's like standing in front of an ordinary mirror.

"I didn't see anything, I just saw myself."

"Oh?" Dumbledore looked at Melda in surprise, it was the first time he looked at the child in front of him so seriously.

"Few, very few people"

Dumbledore's voice remained silent.In the mirror in front of Melda's eyes, the image that emerged had changed.

"Hmm... the picture seems to have changed."

In the Mirror of Erised, a person suddenly walked beside Melda.It was a brown girl with wavy hair. She bit her lower lip and stood impatiently beside herself in the mirror.Finally, she reached out her hand and joined Melda's.

"I…"

When he was about to say something.

A few more people walked by in the picture,
Harry, Ron, Wood, George, Fred, Neville, Seamus, Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, Professor Pomona.

so many people.

There are many people.They all stand behind themselves.

The Weasley twins put their arms around his neck.Harry looked at him with a smile on his face, and Wood held up the broom in his hand, as if waiting for him to discuss the game tactics.

Neville stood with Seamus, looking at him blankly.

Professor McGonagall stared at him angrily, it seemed that he had gotten into trouble again.

Professor Snape was the same as usual, with a look of disgust in his deep eyes.

Professor Pomona, Hagrid, Professor Flitwick.

The last one to come out of the smoke was Professor Dumbledore. He waved his wand, and for a moment the castle of Hogwarts appeared behind everyone.

Animal lions, eagles, badgers and snakes, which symbolize the four houses, are shining and shining around the initial letter "H" of "Hogwarts".

"I..." His voice was intermittent, whimpering mixed with unclear language, which was moving.

"Melda?"

"You're like this?"

Harry and Ron didn't know what to say in their panic. They had never seen Melda have such an expression before.

"I, I." His eyes were red and swollen, and tears kept flowing. He stretched out his hand and pointed to the mirror: "That... that and that"

Professor Dumbledore heard the voice, turned around, poured Melda, who was standing there crying, into his arms, stroked his soft broken hair, and comforted softly: "Good boy, it's okay."

"professor."

Just as Dumbledore poured him into his arms, he saw that the picture in the mirror changed again, and everyone disappeared in a burst of fireworks.

The mirror returned to its original appearance.

"Professor, I saw the whole of Hogwarts."

He wiped away the tears that kept flowing from the corners of his eyes.

"Really?" Professor Dumbledore smiled.

"It's true. I still remember seeing the scenery in the mirror, and they were really beautiful," he said, his eyes full of longing.

"Yes, it's true."

Professor Dumbledore smiled.

Melda's face turned red suddenly, and he lowered his head, not daring to look at either the professor or Harry Ron.

Orphaned for two generations, he finally found his own branch in Hogwarts.

Such a warm picture made everyone relax their vigilance, and no one noticed that right in front of them, the Mirror of Erised was quietly changing.

Dust and cobwebs fell one after another, the inscription on the top of it glowed with golden light, and the whole mirror seemed to have just been cleaned, and those golden years that had disappeared seemed to have returned.

"Hide behind me."

Such a sudden scene surprised everyone present.

With a wave of his hand, Dumbledore pulled Melda Harry Ron and the others behind him.

The Elder Wand appeared in his hand almost instantly.The eagle-eyed blue eyes looked at the magic mirror in front of them vigilantly.

"The Tower of Dawn?"

At this time, the mirror image of Erised is shrouded in a layer of smoke.An upside-down book and a rose-like badge slowly emerged from the layers of smoke.

"That is, the family crest of the Estes family. It is the symbol of my ancestor Accra."

Melda opened his mouth to explain.This thing is seen every day in his house, and there are this mark on everything, from small teacups to large gates.It's hard for him to forget.

It's just that he was a little surprised. He didn't expect the magic mirror to be a creation of the Estes family, and it might even be made by his ancestor Accra himself.

"Interesting creation."

After confirming that there was no danger, Dumbledore stepped forward and looked at the creation in front of him.

"Melda, this," Ron said tremblingly, "is this from your house?"

It seemed that Ron was obviously frightened, and even spoke a little tremblingly.

"It seems so."

Melda directly and generously admitted that, after all, many wizards knew the badge on the mirror.Although the Estes family has disappeared for centuries, even his heirs, the Corris family, are now less glorious.There are very few people who can recognize this mark.But in the end there are still.

"It's a bit like a pensieve!" After studying for a long time, Dumbledore turned to Melda and said, "I think this should be your ancestor's treasure for future generations."

"Professor, the Estes family has left enough treasures." Melda said disapprovingly.

"But those can't be called treasures. When the potion is used up, the magic will fail, and the wealth will be used up. Even the name of the family and her brilliant achievements will be forgotten."

"I think, maybe the real treasure is around us."

"Never disappeared."

Melda looked affectionately at this magic mirror that had been handed down for thousands of years and said.

(End of this chapter)